Breakfast in Bed

Your aunt’s barely stifled moaning was the best alarm clock to wake up to. You squinted, adjusting to the pale morning light from the windows and followed the sound, spotting her head down by your crotch. Leslie’s breath brushed against your morning wood, staring at it as she played with herself. She was on her side, her knees by your head and when you glanced over you saw she had both hands busy between her legs. You could hear the wetness before seeing it, a rivulet of her arousal spilling out and running across her thigh. Still a little dreamy you stretched your neck and ran your tongue over her delicious leg, collecting the honey off her skin. The unexpected contact made your aunt jump and she cried out.

“Oh! You’re awake,” she gasped, tilting her head to see you. She had a sheepish look to her but you smiled and kissed her thigh. “Mmm…” she hummed, before removing a wet hand from her crotch and grasping onto your erection. “Can I?” she asked you, licking her lips hungrily, her grip pulsing around the base of your dick. You wondered how long she had been awake. How long had she just been staring at your cock and masturbating, waiting for you to get up for real before getting the load she so desperately needed? Perhaps she was testing herself. Testing her self-control against the limits of her cum addiction. Deciding not to answer her verbally you instead slid an arm under her waist then pulled her body on top of you. She tensed as you did this and you could feel her breath blow onto your erection as she relaxed again when you positioned her pelvis over your face. She was dripping, you could see, and the musk of your aunt’s heated pussy made your cock throb.

“Can I?” you asked her back. You could hear the woman swallow her drool, then she lowered herself onto your mouth. You groaned into her cunt, feeling her lips wrap around your cock. There was no need for verbal replies when there were oral answers . You were kissing her petals and exploring past them with your tongue and her profuse fluids dribbled down your chin generously. You ended up with half a mouthful of her collected morning juices and you swallowed it with a deep thirst. Meanwhile you couldn’t help but thrust your hips up a little, the suction of your aunt’s mouth signalling you to feed her as much cock as you could. She moaned around your thick meat, spilling more warmth onto your face as she ground her cunt against your mouth. You served her needs with your own, sucking and slurping.

“Nnnngh god…” she panted, needing to pop your cock out of her mouth as she rode your face. “Fuck… you’re so good at that…” She was still stroking you but she was starting to sit up. Her ass rolled down, warm soft flesh pressing onto your forehead, your nose getting buried in her closing crack. You continued to lap at her leaking slit as her weight began to bear down on you. “Fuck… oh fuck..” you heard her moan, ears muffed by her thighs. You realised your short gasps for air were starting to get urgent, but you didn’t care. The now literally suffocating heat of your aunt sitting on your face was making you so hard. Her grip around your cock was tightening too and you could sense how close she was to cumming, just from your mouth. “Fuck… John… fuck… eat me…mmmnnn!” She was rocking on your face, grinding her clit on your chin, rubbing her wet pussy across your lips and tongue, even pressing down to feel the hardness of your teeth. “Ohh my god… John!” you heard her cry, though her voice seemed distant and your mind felt like it was spinning. You couldn’t breathe. You could only drink in her flowing pussy juices and you could feel the quickening thuds of your heart. Your ears buzzed and your lungs burned, but somehow you suppressed your panic and kept going, focusing on how fucking delicious your aunt was. When she came she gushed, her legs locking your head in place. Her splattering fluids filled your mouth and your nose and you couldn’t do anything about… and you came too.

You never came so hard in your life. Your ejactulating cock provided immediate relief as intense, urgent pleasure flooded out of you. Your aunt lifted herself off your face a second and a half later and you gasped in wet, sputtering breaths. Your cock continued to fire, your aunt’s strokes returning, then her mouth slid down to engulf you. She drained your pulsing manhood, swallowing expertly, slurping, gulping, feeding. You hard a hard time catching your breath with how hungrily she sucked on your cock and just stared helplessly at the perfectly framed pussy hovering above you. Long strings of her nectar continued to droop out of her and you let it fall onto your neck and chest, the sensation of it cooling on your skin registering a nice contrast of her hot throat squeezing around your cock. Finally you finished unloading, and your aunt’s body eased down onto you again, her tits against your stomach. You had the perfect view of her ass and pussy as she made sure to clean up every drop of you on and around your crotch.

When she rolled off of you she sighed, and you looked at each other from opposite ends of the bed, both pink in the face. You felt oddly energized, likely because of the adrenaline still simmering through you.

“Was that too much?” asked your aunt, sitting up a bit to lean on her elbows. Your face must have been a lot redder than you thought. You stared at her for a while, her perfect body glowing as the morning sun haloed around her.

“That was incredible,” you said, which made your aunt raise an eyebrow. “I could do that every morning.”

Your aunt laughed at that and waved dismissively then got out of bed.

“I think we both need a shower before breakfast,” she said. She then wiped at the corner of her mouth with a finger. “Real breakfast.”

You nodded and almost leapt out of the mattress to follow your aunt into the bathroom.